It Happened

I got on the bus, dumped my stuff on the seat, undid my coat buttons, leaned back... and realized that I don't want to live with my parents anymore.

Nothing's really changed -- they and I still get along, I've still got free run of the house and can cook anything I want, and I can get down to city whenever I need time away. I'm just tired of living with them, that's all. It's probably got something to do with being really busy right now, and having to break into my own uber-efficient schedule and slow myself down to their pace. Or maybe I'm just tired of having to tell them all my plans. In any case, suddenly I realized that even though moving to the other side of the continent to a stranger's house is scary, in some ways it'll be a relief.